Mirabelle’s POV:
Just as I poured myself a cup of coffee, my phone buzzed on the counter. The number flashing on the screen was unknown.
“Hello?” I said, sipping coffee.
“Mirabelle! Thank God you picked it up.” Ken’s voice came through the phone. “I need your help.”
“Have you really resorted to using other numbers to call me, just because I won’t answer yours?” I asked.
“I am actually in trouble and you are the only person that I can call at this moment.” He replied.
Trouble?
“What do you want, Ken?” I asked, trying to keep my tone calm. I had no idea what he expected from me.
“I’m in jail. I was arrested earlier today. Please, I need you to bail me out. I don’t have any money on me, and Mitchelle would never want to waste such money on me.” He begged.
“What the hell could you have done? Regardless, I hope you don’t expect me to drive all the way to the station just to get you bailed out?”
“Mitchelle got me upset and I slapped her out of anger. Then she called the police on me and I was arrested for domestic violence.” He explained.
Sighing. “You now hit women, Ken? Wow, you will never cease to amaze me.”
“Please, I know I messed up, but I can’t stay here.” He said, desperately.
“Why didn’t you call your dad or Caitlyn? Why did you call me?” I questioned.
“My dad would definitely want me to stay in jail, claiming it would help me get my act together. And my mom? She’d never go against him. Plus, I can’t bear the thought of her calling me useless or comparing me to Noah again. So please, Mirabelle, you’re my only hope.” He pleaded.
“Ken, this isn’t just about you. This is about Noah; how do you think he would feel about all of this? If you need help, call him. I am sure that he would be happy to help.” I replied.
“I don’t want it to be a pity party for him.” He snapped.
My anger bubbled up, and I struggled to keep my voice calm. “You need to take responsibility for your actions. If you can’t speak to Noah then you are definitely not in need of help.”
“I will take responsibility! But I can’t do it from behind bars. Please, Mirabelle. I’ll make it up to you. Just get me out of here.” He pleaded.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. A part of me wanted to help, but another part screamed at me to walk away. I was tired of being pulled into his drama.
“Fine.” I finally relented. “I’ll bail you out. But this doesn’t change anything between us.”
What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t believe that I actually agreed.
“Thank you! I knew I could count on you.” He said, and I hung up, immediately not wanting to listen to him spew nonsense.
After a few phone calls, I arranged for his release. Then I drove to the police station,
When I finally arrived at the station, He was also stepping out looking disheveled and worn out.
“Thanks for coming.” He said, smiling widely.
“Let’s get this over with,” I replied, trying to keep my distance.
As he walked to the car, he started talking about how he’d been wronged, how Mitchelle’s actions had pushed him to the edge.
“You know, Mirabelle.” He said, a smirk creeping onto his face. “I was certain that you would never reject me, I know that you still have a soft spot for me. And gradually, it will turn to love; I just need to show you how much I care.”
I shot him a glare, then I parked the car by the roadside. “Get out of my car!”
“Come on, it’s not that serious.” He brushed. “I was just glad that you’re back in my life. I didn’t mean to get you upset.”
I was stunned into silence. How could he still view me as a cheap woman, as someone who is easily swayed by such cheap words? “You don’t get to use me like this.” I finally managed to say. “Now get the hell out!” I demanded.
He chuckled. “Fine, I’ll leave, but I expect to hear from your secretary about the contract signing.”
I felt my blood boil. “Get the fuck out!” I yelled, slamming my hands on the car wheel continuously.
He raised an eyebrow, then stepped out of the car with a smile. Without a second thought, I drove off, leaving him standing alone on the road, looking dejected.
As I drove home, I couldn’t stop thinking about how stupid I was to have actually gone to help him out.
‘Ken is right, I am still soft.’ I said to myself.
But not anymore! I would ensure he loses everything, including his sanity. First, I needed to find a way to reclaim my company; owning shares just isn’t enough.
When I finally arrived home, the kids were already asleep, so I headed to the bathroom to soak in the tub. Noah had left earlier to meet with his manager, giving me some much-needed space.
Now, I could think about my next move.
I sank deeper into the warm water, my mind drifting as sleep overtook me. I had no idea how long I’d been asleep until the sound of the bathroom door creaked open. My eyes flew open, and I felt the cold air blowing on my bare skin; shivers ran down my spine as I realized my legs were cramped up and numb.
Noah stepped into the bathroom, and without a word, he reached down and helped me out of the tub, wrapping a towel around my shivering body. He carried me into the bedroom, setting me gently on the bed.
Kneeling before me, he asked. “You only do something this crazy when someone gets you really angry or sad. So tell me, what happened while I was away?”